Page 54 of Holiday Interference
I drag my mouth across the seam of her skin, teasing, tasting, letting her feel the heat of my breath before I touch her.
She moans, low, quiet, and helpless.
I slide my palms beneath her thighs and tilt her hips, lifting her just enough. Then I close my mouth over her clit.
She arches like I’ve lit a fuse under her spine.
“Cal—oh myGod?—”
I groan into her, gripping harder when she tries to move. Not to hold her down, but to hold herhere. In this moment.
With me.
I’ve never wanted anything the way I want to make her come undone. Not a championship. Not a goal. Not a single thing in my entire life.
Just this.
Just her.
Her hands tangle in my hair. Her hips jerk. She’s close—too close already—and I ease back just enough to give her space to breathe.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she pants, her voice hoarse.
I rest my cheek against her thigh, heart jackhammering behind my ribs.
“I won’t.” I press another kiss to her skin. “But if you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna lose it before I even get inside you.”
She grabs my jaw and makes me look up at her. Her eyes are wild. Hair a mess. Lips swollen. And somehow still the most in control I’ve ever seen her.
“I don’t need soft right now,” she says, voice shaking. “I need you.”
I swallow hard. “How do you want me?”
She exhales slowly, like she’s choosing her words with the same precision she uses to guard every part of herself.
“I want to taste you first.”
Jesusfuck.
“Yeah?” My voice comes out rough, half gone. “You want to be in charge now?”
“I want to be the one who wrecks you.”
My cock twitches—hard. I push to my feet, and she sits up, dragging me closer by the waistband of my boxers before pushing them down past my hips.
Her eyes darken as she slides her hand up and down my dick, her touch somehow firm yet soft.
And then she nearly knocks me on my knees.
Because the first brush of her mouth against me steals my breath clean.
My head drops back. My fingers thread into her hair as she takes me deeper, slow but sure. There’s no teasing, just intensity and need.
“God, Noelle…” I pant, legs starting to shake. “You don’t even know what you do to me…”
She hums around me, hands gripping my hips like shewantsthe control—like taking me apart is the only way to feel steady again.
I’m shaking by the time I pull her off with a groan, barely hanging on. Her lips are wet, eyes dark.
